"Party of One"
i speak for my stomach
translating its silence
It doesn't growl
but i feed it somehow.
it is fed what i want
and not what it needs
but wants are needs
like a flower to its seeds.
i dance with my soul
as i devour the slices
each bite sparks a flame
of concise liveliness
yet it leads to shame
like a child to its guardian
i weep with myself
in the absence of tears
for my incessant mental hunger
and its appetite for destruction.
but its darker than it sounds,
and its deeper than it feels
its a silent cry for reconstruction
it is my habit of eating away
the inedible but curable.
my emotional imbalance
in solitude, in suffering,
insanity.
instead of sleep
i stay up to eat,
it's the only thing that makes me smile.
and it keeps me away from the shrinks
the shrink shares an enemy
common to those of femininity
there's a reason we call it the devils cake.
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wrote dis durin my binging period
could use a touch up,so its a rough draft. tell me wut changes can be made
2007-06-04
12:35:09
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